CHAPTER NINETEEN
"I'm glad you called," Angie said, clasping Paavo's arm as they walked along Fisherman's Wharf. He had called to ask if she had time to join him for dinner since the case was taking up so much time, he hardly made it home at a decent hour lately.
Angie was more than ready. She and Paavo had had some of their nicest times together strolling along the water's edge and then enjoying a delicious seafood dinner. Besides, she wanted to talk to him about the strange contents of Kylie's backpack.
Paavo's gaze softened as he looked at her. "And I'm glad I was able to lure you away from a hot oven for a while," he said. "I needed something bright and pretty in my day."
"The Wharf?" she asked, smiling up at him.
"Exactly," he said teasingly.
They stopped and bought shrimp cockt
